Swiftcurrent Creek You're making me insane

He sighed, standing up then. “Neither does, Eshe, Arric.”

He didn’t like where this was going—unless Arric knew something he didn’t about the silver healer, it certainly seemed there was something more to the situation then was being let on. The implication hung between them, and suddenly, Akavir became weary once more—and he blinked, looking up to the sky, unable to keep the dry tone from his voice on his next statement. “Mae invited me to visit her in the mountains. I plan on going, but maybe you guys can tell me when would be best for you?”